coronet
raze
once
i
bought
a
vintage
typewriter
from
a
liar
.
the
cartridge
it
came
with
was
dead
.
so
for
three
years
it
slept
on
a
desk
i
don't
sit
at
anymore
,
loved
but
unused.
close
cousin
to
the
inherited beater
i
bent
to
my
will
as
a
child
.
same
scent
carried
on
its
steady
breathing
. beige
skin
to
supersede
what
was
dull
turquoise
in_another_life
.
after
i
made
up
my
mind
to
get
what
i
needed
and
the
missing
mouthpiece
came
in
the
mail
,
i
tried
loading
it
the
way
i
thought
it
would
move
into
me
to
fill
what
i
lack. manipulated platen
and
paper
finger
until
everything
was
as
straight
as
i
could
make
it
.
and
still
the
typebars
wouldn't
strike
the
ribbon
when
i
shifted
into
second
gear.
it
was
a
simple
error
of
direction
.
side
-entry
got
it
done
.
everything
snapped
into
place
.
easy
as
you
like
.
now
that
we
two
are
one
,
our
first
order
of
business
is
firing
a
full
quiver
of
arrows
at
madison
avenue
from
more
than
six
hundred
miles
away
.
apologies
in
advance
to
any
civilian
or
sentient
square
of
sidewalk
struck
by
mistake
along
the
way
.
my
aim
ain't
what
it
used
to
be
.
240926
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from